Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Mrs. C. C. West]
“There were a few bad Indians left then, but somehow we managed to escape them. I spent many sleepless nights, however, in horrible fear of them.
“While we were living under the big tree, Easter was approaching and the little boy had been told the story of the rabbit's laying for him, etc., until I thought it would be disastrous for Easter to come on and that child without an easter egg. I had one old dominecker hen and she hadn't laid an egg for weeks but the day before Easter I was prompted to go to her coop and she hadn't failed me. Lying there, all bright and shiny, was a big white egg. It all sounds foolish now, I know, but I was a fond young mother in a strange land and to me that egg was a beautiful sight. Eagerly I snatched it up, ran into the house and began coloring it with my quilt scraps. That was the prettiest easter egg I have ever seen and of course I have seen every kind since then. The rabbit had been under a tub for days so we all had a very joyful Easter, even if we did have only a live oak tree for a home.
“When we sheared the sheep and took the wool into San Angelo I went along and when we reached the big divide and I looked afar over the vast expense of the